Daren and Suzie had been married nearly three years before Daren's dirty little secret got the better of him. At twenty six and twenty five respectively they were both in good shape thanks to a shared love of fell running in the summer and Nordic skiing in the winter months.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, for Daren, they were also very similar builds. They only really differed in the fact Suzie seemed to be able to maintain a year round -- and all over - glossy tan to her olive skin, while Daren switched between lobster pink and pale cream.
On a late autumn morning, the pair woke as usual. 'Morning,' Daren ran his hand over Suzie's thigh under the sheet feeling the smooth curve of her hip bone concealed beneath her cotton panties.
'Hi, handsome.' Suzie smiled sleepily, her own hand instinctively seeking out his already stiff member. She leaned in and they kissed long and hard. Her hand stroking him, while his hand slipped beneath her panties to caress first her bulbous buttock, then moving round to the front to stroke the soft matted hair over her pussy.
Daren rolled gently onto his back to let her climb on top, he knew she always preferred it that way, she could never cum when he was on top, only when she rode him.
'Fuck,' she exclaimed.
'What is it?'
'It's nearly eight-thirty. I'm going to be late.' She threw off the covers and jumped out of bed.
'I never heard the alarm go off.' Daren, who was on a week's leave thanks to a power failure at the factory, leant on his elbow and watched Suzie as she stripped off her t shirt before grabbing a fresh one from the dresser drawer.
'Damn thing must be broken again.' Suzie slipped her panties down her legs and dropped them on the floor with her discarded shirt. 'Can you chuck them in the hamper, I haven't even got time to shower or anything.'